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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 23:31:18 GMT -6
He was going to complain, but honestly, if Jordan were to give him a heart-stopper and told him it was candy he would do it. Just because Jordan had told him to. He carefully took it from him, holding it in his hand for a moment. He didn't wanna get up, didn't want to get water. He looked over at Jordan again.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:33:59 GMT -6
He sighed, gently lifting him and carrying him to the sofa. He sat him down gently before slinking back to the kitchen to get him a glass of water, his hands shaking some. They did a lot, now. He could rarely sit still, though he tried to hide it, effects of so much use of such types of pills. He gave him the water and sat back down, turning the volume on the TV down some.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 23:38:11 GMT -6
Kenneth had to bite back a scream, guessing that Jordan didn't know he had a horrible fear of being picked up. He hated it. He was glad to be put down, watching him as he went. He took the glass of water from him, taking a drink of it before he put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:42:23 GMT -6
Jordan watched him quietly and shifted his weight, pulling his legs up with a yawn. "You should be able to get some sleep and relax now," He murmured softly, playing with what was still in his pocket. He gazed back at the television.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 23:44:27 GMT -6
"Maybe I don't wanna sleep.." He mumbled, but looked over at the TV nonetheless. He ran his fingers slowly over the carpet, looking over at the TV with little interest. He didn't want to look at Jordan, hoped the feelings he had for him would just go away.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:47:17 GMT -6
"Just relax, yeah?" Jordan muttered. "I'm trying to doyou a favor since you're stoned." He knew his problems weren't any better, though, knew he couldn't chew him out for an addiction. "Just relax.." He mumbled to himself, pulling three random pills of the two types out of his pocket and snatching the glass of water. He downed them and set it back down.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 23:50:38 GMT -6
"You're gonna get sick.." He mumbled as he drank out of his cup before he finally curled up on the couch, pulling one of the cushions over his head. All the emotions he was bottling up were soon coming to a head, and he didn't know if he could handle them. Finally it all just washed away, and he closed his eyes.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:53:33 GMT -6
Jordan bit his lip. "If only you knew.." He whispered, watching him curl up. Only when he seemed to relax some, did Jordan close his own eyes, resting his head back against the couch cushion again. Soon enough his breaths deepened, his hand falling to rest over Kenneth's legs as he slept.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 0:04:07 GMT -6
Kenneth tried to fight his sleep, tried to stay awake. But he just couldn't. He finally fell asleep, dreaming of nothing but Jordan. It almost bothered him, knowing the boy haunted his dreams so much.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 0:08:17 GMT -6
Jordan didn't wake until mid afternoon and rolled over, having somehow managed to sprawl on the couch. He groaned and yawned, crying out softly as an attempt to stretch his legs left a searing pain along his inner thigh. He buried his face in the sofa cushions.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 0:11:05 GMT -6
"Ow, Jordan, that's my collar bone." Kenneth complained, swatting at his legs before he turned over, curling closer to the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arms around himself, closing his eyes sleepily. He didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was. All he knew what he was still tired.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 0:13:29 GMT -6
"Sorry," Jordan huffed, his voice muffled in the cushions. He moved his legs some, but playfully wiggled his toes as he reached to pull his shorts lower again. An arm hung off the couch, fingers brushing the carpet, his other shoved under the cushion his face was buried in.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 0:19:28 GMT -6
Kenneth finally gave up trying to sleep, figuring he wouldn't even try. He managed to move over onto his back in the little space, looking up at the ceiling. He yawned, reaching up to rub his nose ring. "I'm hungry.." He mumbled.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 0:23:41 GMT -6
"Same," Jordan agreed, rolling onto his side before sitting up. He limped towards the kitchen, guessing he should go clean his leg. "What you got here?" He questioned, opening the fridge.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 0:26:25 GMT -6
Kenneth got up and walked into the kitchen. "Why are you limping?" He asked, sitting down on the counter. "We got gumbo from.. yesterday? Earlier? Whenever we ate... Or I can make something.." He shrugged, reaching up to rub an eye.
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